6 : Fifty Eight

I have watched "The Oath" kiss at LEAST 15+ times now.

It makes me want to die. I LOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH. BAH.

The hands in the hair... on her back... when she lifts her head up and he's all on her neck... and that tiiiiiny hum she makes before they go at it. *bwaaahh*

I want to be loved like that.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y2QtXvi5Lkk

Make that 16+.

-A

The Bear McCreary tune of the week is, wait for it--"Prelude to War." Oh, MAN, I'm so into that song right now. The racing strings and the drum beats and the UHN. It's verrrry nice. 

Finished getting through 2.0 last night. Those last two episodes ("Flight of the Phoenix," "Pegasus") were amazing. "Pegasus" especially. Admiral Cain is such a delicious character... what a fantastic story arc. It made me giggle, because as bitchy as Roslin seems sometimes, she looks like a damn puppy dog next to her. 

Basically, I can't wait to spend more money buying 2.5.

In other news, Ricky Gervais is starring in the new movie "Ghost Town." It looks awesome. Sweet and harmless, perhaps, but lord, it's RICKY!



Also, his LJ blog offered this stat: 

"The Ricky Gervais Podcast is downloaded an average of 4.54 million times a month. That's about 55 million downloads a year and over a million per week- nearly 4 times the amount that broke the world record three years ago."

Phenomenol. And well-deserved, might I add. (Aaron Douglas is a fan, hehe)



I love you Ricky. And you, Karl Pilkingon, you bald-headed twat. Well done.

-A

Yup. Just burst into spontaneous laughter in the office.

"Given the Adamastache's apparent ability to be mysteriously resurrected after being killed by shaving, and the obvious presence of more than one copy of it, the moustache may very well be the final Cylon model."

HAHAHA. Thank you, Battlestar Wiki's "silly" pages.

Other thoughts: I might be single-er, but at the very least I'm happier than my ex. That's something worth smiling about, I think.

Time to get back to school...

-A

"Hi, Mommy. Hello, Bren-Bren. Did you see the moon tonight? *giggle* It's full. Full like my LIFE... I have to go. What time is it? I have to meet Mark. *giggle* I'm so HAPPY! Oh, hey. Do you know when his birthday is? March 3rd. Ohhh. Isn't that great!? *squeal*"

"High Society" pic spam under the cut. Because nothing is better than the object of your girl crush as a tarty, feline, upper-class bitch.  Terrible quality, some of them, but this is a case of beggers can't be choosers.

Well, that's enough of that.

Basically, I want these DVDs. Basically, I want a Mary McDonnell.

That is all. </fangirl>

-A

 Dear Katee Sackhoff,



Next time you do an interview, let's try not to be all spoilery and downer-y, mmmkay?

I think I'm safe clicking on your interviews and then you start rambling about character death and Starbuck and Apollo not being together (one of them had better die, I swear) and I just really, really regret clicking the link in the first place.

HOW'S ABOUT YOU CHECK WITH TRUCCO NEXT TIME, KAYS? Have someone else screen your comments, please. Lord. *knows too much*

As for the bullet nonsense, I hope it's Lee's. Yeah, I said it. I think it would be an appropriately angsty ending to their relationship. Perhaps the only thing I'd like better is if she was the one to shoot him. Oh, MAN. That would be some fucking DRAH-MAH. 

Seriously, I think that's how I want it to go down (okay, not necessarily the her-killing-him bit). If there isn't going to be a clean ending for Lee/Kara, then let's blow it to shit (she did suggest that RDM was going to do so). Kill Lee. Get her angsty. Put the bullet on. Be done with it. Get some good old-fashioned tragedy goin'. I survived Wash dying--I can handle it.

Oh, the speculation. Just imagine how spoiled I'm going to be by January. *sigh* HURRY UP, 2009.

- A

Hellooooooo, Monday!

This is going to be a good week. I can feel it. Everything is winding down here. I've got plenty of work to do on the Wikipedia page before I go. And to top it all off, I've got moving in to look forward to. Ahhhhhh. I feel feathery and fanciful.

Thoughts--

I'm becoming a Michael Phelps fan. Not, like, that AT&T commercial, but I really do want to see him kick some ass. All eight medals would be phenomenol. He's talented, motivated, and cute in a dweeby, nice-bodied way. I just want to give him a big fucking hug.

I miss Meghan and Betsy. I *need* Meghan and Betsy. The end of summer has me in a rut and I need to find something more to living. 

Meghan's party is going to rock the fucking house. That is all.

Babylon_whore's writing owns my dear, AR shippy soul. LORD. Who needs to fall in love when you can live it vicariously through fanfiction? My God... the Domesticated Sexay series winds me up into knots of fangirlish glee. It's amazing how she just made me melt into a pile of goo by writing about someone getting up to pee in the middle of the night. It makes me wonder if that's the kind of love worth waiting for. It makes me wonder if I should settle for anything less.

Speaking of settling... men are weird. I'm weird. I can't sort out my feelings towards anyone these days. I wish we could all just shake hands and agree to be friends. I think my life would become about seventy times less complicated if that were the case. I see dependency in myself. I see dependency in others. I wish I could stop loving and that everyone could stop loving me--I need to live my own damn life for a few months.

I think that's why fandom has slowly crept back into my bloodstream. It's a protective measure. It's an investment in something that won't break me. I'm trying to rebuild the foundations I used to have--I need something to rest my feet on before I go making anymore leaps of faith. It's not going to be very productive or beneficial in the long run, but it's familiar. I've got a firm grasp, here. Fuck anyone who tells me to let go.

Karl Pilkington is... amazing. Just an absolutely ungrateful bald-headed twat with a head like a fucking orange. HEE. Those damn podcasts are unbelievable. And I can't wait to see Ghost Town, Ricky's new movie. It looks quite funny, if not a bit cute.

Blah, blah, blah. I'm rambling/wasting time purposefully. Nap time, yet?

-A 

ADAMA:*reads bedtime story*
ROSLIN: I'm trying to be patient, but honestly. You better get to the porny part before I die of cancer. 

Figure I'd post something before I spent the rest of the day acting like an ass and bothering the local media. Yay, humiliating phone calls at my expense. And people wonder why I'd rather just text.

So, the fandom news of today is there's a 2-hour BSG post-finale-but-in-the-existing-storyline mini-movie in the works, written by Jane Epsenson and directed by EJO. Its focus? What the hell the cylons were doing while we were off paying attention to the exploits of Starbuck and Leemo.

So far, the list of actors includes Michael Trucco as Anders (yum), Chief (I love Aaron Douglass), and Cavil (old). Grace Park is doubtful... and I would love to see Tricia, but who knows. I mean... what is cylon culture without Six, though? And wouldn't Lucy Lawless or Michael Hogan be wonderful? 

No Eddie or Mary makes me sad. But I'm not complaining. Anything to help me further drown in my rather unhealthy obsession with this universe is fine by me.

Hee, and how awesome is that parody quote up there? *snort* So say we all, Rozzie, so say we all.

- A

TV Tropes Wiki: my new favorite website.

I have wasted so much time simply browsing through the "shipping" terms. It's hilarious. And all so, so insightful into fan culture.

Mark my words: if I ever write a book, it will be about fandom. How fun would that be?

Good stuff.

- A

Mary/R2 is my new ship.

 

Can you tell I'm bored this morning?

*headdesk* I couldn't fall asleep last night. This is going to be a long day.

Random, BSG-future-but-not-too-spoilery picspam... COMMENCE!

Do I want one? Probably:


WTF, BAMBER? Oh, God, please tell me Lee goes crazy!hair in the last eppys.


UM, WET ROSLIN? MM, all like, HAI BOOBIES? = YES.


And finally, James Callis + Mary's wig = win.



There were a few spoilers about returning characters... I hope they're all just flashbacks and that I didn't really reveal the 5th of the FF to myself. That would be fucking lame. Like, story-wise. Fucking lame.

Lots of people are taking wet!Laura to mean that she survives? Mmm. That seems a bit too optimistic for something that suggests four funerals and a wedding. Who knows, BBs, who knows.

-A

Blah, blah, blah... thoughts of right-now. No one wants to know any of this. Fuck it, I'm bored.

Before I get rambling, I would like to announce that Dr. Horrible is BACK ONLINE! At least for now. It's up at Hulu. They said the official soundtrack should be out in a few weeks, which is good, because my pirated copy is shit quality. Hee!

ONWARD--

I don't think anyone at school is prepared for A) my religious maturation or B) my obsessive regression, both which have blossomed (maybe "exploded" is a better word) over the summer. It's very, very funny. I went hunting through my posts tagged "boys" while searching for an old "love note" yesterday. GAWD, was I setting myself up for trouble last summer. UUuuUrgh. Talk about fucking melodrama. All that "deep," whiny relationship bullshit... as if I had any idea. 

Now, all my posts consist of things like, OMGBSGlauraroslinFTW, or, ILU BATMAN (SQUEE). HAHAHA. The difference is quite ridiculous. I haven't been in this state of mind since, like, my junior year of high school. You know, back when I really didn't care that much about people. Haha, I mean, NOT that I don't now, but staying heavily invested in my interests is far less taxing (and frankly, I need a fucking break from that shit). 

We'll see how my fangirlishness holds up as the semester begins. I'm looking forward to embarrassing my friends with my antics. They have no idea.

You know, I was going to write a nice, juicy review of the X-Files movie, and I just wasted forever gushing about A/R. As if I never gush about A/R. *facepalm*

SO. X-Files.

I'm glad I got to see it. And it really does sadden me that the box office results were so shitty. I would really love to see more of Anderson and Duchovny (Dec 2012, baby!). You never know, I guess. You never know.

Now, bring on that AD movie madness, already! LOL.

Longest post ever.
-A 

*FLAIL*

(mild, shippy bsg spoiler under-cut)

-A

Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog is (was?) the best thing to ever be released on the internet.



Songs, so good! Dialogue, so funny! Neil Patrick Harris, so adorable!

Hilarious, heartbreaking, musical inanity at its finest. Kudos to Harris and Nathan Fillion... wow. What absolute brilliance. 

You've sold me, Whedon. I want the CD. The DVD, too. Probably a hammer shirt. Thanks a lot.

- A

 

 

I stayed up until 1:00 a.m. last night watching clips of Mary McDonnell on YouTube.

Why is she made of so much awesome? She radiates it. She talks so eloquently on the spot, with no hesitation and no fear of saying something profound. She was beautiful when she was young, too... a clip from E/R shows just how much.

And can I just say, that as much as I love the serious kickassness that is Laura Roslin, Mary's role on "High Society" had me giggling like a fucking moron. Oh, GOD. What a joy to see her screaming and squeeing and acting like an idiot. 

BAH. I LOVE MARY FUCKING MCDONNELL. 

-A

...didn't get her Emmy nomination.

No surprise, really, though I'd still like to give a big FUCK YOU to the Emmy voters. Thanks for shutting out BSG. Again.




*I STILL <3 YOU*

-A 

The ramblings of a madwoman:

I think I like Elliot Smith. His voice is the opposite of stellar. And his songs aren't very energetic. But then I hear things like "Needle in the Hay" and "Christian Brothers" and I can't imagine why either of those things would matter. Pure acoustic genius, I say. Pure genius.

Amy's LI was a douchebag. Amy does not waste her time with douchebags. Amy deserves an apology before she can muster up the ability to give a shit.

Laura Roslin is my hero. Mary McDonnell deserves that fucking Emmy nomination, and won't get it.

I downloaded Series 2 and 3 of the Ricky Gervais Show/Podcast. I am thrilled to hear more inanity from Mr. Karl Pilkington, and really, few things would give me more joy. Ricky, Steve, and Karl make my head spin with delight.

PS3 needs to pull out the big guns today to counter XBox's brilliant showing at E3's opening. That FFXIII blow was pretty hardcore. As for Nintendo, I fully expect them to bring the goods. The add-on already had my tiny gamer brain buzzing. I haven't been anticipating it very much, so anything should light me up at this point--no room for disappointment.

Enough for now.
-A

ZOMG, ALIAS BOX SET SOPRETTY. *ahem*

In other news: "Stop it, fandom!"

I have a problem. Problems. One of which: I love writing poetry that is absolutely meaningless to anyone who isn't me. LA DI DAH. 

Being Something More 

Lips press, destinies set in motion like a turbine
Engine. And even a parting kind of
Love can be softened and smoothed into something more familiar.
All of it results in an affection that is tethered by prophecy and
Nailed to their desks by stifling bands. It’s time to
Do some growing up, he thinks.

Kindred, and lover, and a tired enemy. Their desires boil, empty and
Aching. They don’t kiss anymore and the stifling
Responsibility pumps their blood for them, but they're here.
“Another time,” she thinks. 
 
- A

Out of boredom, I went to browse the Alias page at ff.net. And what found made me laugh like an idiot.

About 80% of the fics on the first page are Sarkney.

HAHAHA.

God, I miss that fandom. And I miss my poor, poor crack pairing. It really is my only AU ship... I consider myself a pretty strict-to-canon relationshipper, for the most part (I get pleasure from being right, I think). But Sarkney... Sarkney entertained me for quite some time, even after S/V got boring.

So thanks, fandom, for making me smile a bit today.

-A

BSG is owning me.

Lee and Kara are sexy, sexy, sexy... and yet my OTP? It's becoming them:

(From episode on Friday, "The Hub")


*sound of Amy's heart breaking a million times over*

You know, I want to write something eloquent and poignant about how beautiful and well-crafted their relationship is, but all it comes out as is ZOMGSOFUCKINGCUTEJLDKFJAKFD. The mix of love and angst, life and death, old and young, past and present... it's all there, swimming around in this delicious mixture of improbability and brilliant acting.

The ring scene = excellent example. It was absolutely pitch perfect. I just about lost it. She "dies," and he finally takes off his wedding ring from his failed marriage with Lee's mother, placing it on her. Laura finally grasps the "love" that Elosha so desperately wants her to see in her vision. The icy layer of "President" gives way to the vulnerabilities of a dying woman. She can finally look at Galactica, at her life, and even at Baltar, and realize "there might be something there for me." Basically:

WHAT A BEAUTIFUL SCENE.

LOOK AT HIS FACE:

 

BAH. The angst... the beautiful, beautiful angst.

I felt my own desires lighting fires in my chest while I watched this episode. I want that too, Laura. I want someone to look at me like THAT when I die. I want to say "I love you" and hear, "It's about time."

*SHIPS SO HARD*
-A

You know, it's been a good 3 years since I've been really infatuated (and by infatuated, I mean obsessed) with a television show.

And you know, I thought I'd learned my lesson on this one. But no. I'm stiiiiill reading spoilers.

Someone make me stop! I'm ruining television for myself. I *DON'T* want to hear about Laura Roslin's death and I *DON'T* want to know if they find earth and I *DON'T* want to hear about the mid-season cliffhanger. Thankfully, I think I still know little enough that I can enjoy the two upcoming episodes, but my God, there is a solid 11, 12 days for me to screw myself over.

I NEED SOME SELF CONTROL, HERE.

Gods. This is why I should just plop down in front of some AU fic and indulge my imagination elsewhere.

- A

ETA: I reread this. I am such. A nerd. Hahaha. *glomps fandom*